... and life is but a borrowing of bones
My name is Alice and you are lovely.
filicide:
“ Kaitlyn Rensa Reese - Untitled (2013) ”
"No hand returns the pressure, / The flowers are strange and mute." by © Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué, ‘Undine’, ch. 6 [Project Gutenberg E-Book, 2009] (via indigenousdialogues)

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"Fairy tales are all about interfacing with and ultimately transcending the unknown." by © Zaina Anwar | http://indigenousdialogues.tumblr.com/ (via indigenousdialogues)

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"You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you." by

colors.  (via versteur)

wow.

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fucking shit I read this and immediately burst into tears

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antdrinker:
“ Crop, 1996 by Roxy Paine
I just heard this artist speak and he said, among other things, he liked the idea of the potential of these opium poppies to alter the mind or lead to addiction. He crafted each of them by hand.
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"You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it. That the brightest flame burns the quickest.

Which means you saw us as a candle. And I saw us as the sun."
by Iain Thomas; I Wrote This For You (via christopherevan)

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twinkleofafadingstar:

frida kahlo was a disabled politically active woman of color who deliberately fucked with gender roles and don’t you ever forget it

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“ Pablo Picasso photographed in his studio near Cannes, France in 1956. The Thonet rocking chair in the distance appears in many of his paintings.
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"Holy places are dark places. It is life and strength, not knowledge and words, that we get in them. Holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood." by Till We Have Faces, C.S. Lewis (via loveage-moondream)

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"War is not declared any more,
but simply continued. The terrible
is an everyday thing."
by Ingeborg Bachmann, from “Every Day” (translated by Christopher Middleton) in A Book of Women Poets from Antiquity to Now (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

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